発行済み: 28.10.2016
Previously on...
We had rented motorcycles for only $12 a day for our last day on Ometepe and wanted to explore the island, an unbeatable offer from the same rental place where we got the quads.
And so it continued: we wanted to find a restaurant to refuel, as we were super exhausted and hungry from the volcano hike. So we drove for about 40 minutes until we saw a sign that said 'Restaurant'. The gravel road went downhill to the right of the main road. We decided to give it a try. I turned into the street and as I tried to brake I kept going faster and lost control, feeling my front wheel slipping. What happened next happened very quickly, I crashed and as I lay under the scooter, I turned back and saw Rayk also losing control and falling to the ground. I stood up and went to Rayk, who I could only hear whimpering, in that moment I already saw 3 locals rushing towards us from all directions, they helped to pick up the scooters again. I asked Rayk if he could hear me and got no response. Shit, I thought...what should I do now? We were in the middle of nowhere. I tried to make the locals understand that they should call an ambulance or something similar, but apparently they didn't have anything like that here. So I asked for a hospital nearby, communication was difficult as my Spanish was practically non-existent. In that moment a bus passed by and one of the locals stopped it. Rayk had gotten up by that time and was holding onto his shoulder, apparently something was broken. It turned out that there was a small hospital in Moyogalpa. Rayk dragged himself to the bus and we drove to Moyogalpa. A woman on the bus wanted the owner's phone number to inform him, I gave it to her. When we arrived at the hospital, they gave him basic treatment and said that we would have to go to Rivas for an x-ray the next day. The rest is not very pleasant and resembles an odyssey that leads all the way to San José, where Rayk finally gets the go-ahead from the insurance to fly home early. I take the bus back to Panama City to spend my last few hours here before my departure.
Overall, the trip was exhausting but very beautiful and super interesting up until the accident. We met many tourists from all over the world here, including many Germans. You could say that on every bus ride here, we always had 1-2 Germans on board. But we also met Canadians and Americans. I ate Galo Pinto almost every day here in Costa Rica and Nicaragua, the local food consisting of rice and beans, not particularly well seasoned, but luckily there was always some kind of chili sauce to go with it. Unfortunately, I couldn't try the local rum, Nicaraguan Fleur de Caña is said to be very good. The locals here are very aggressive businessmen and that applies to almost all areas. But for the most part, everyone was always helpful and friendly.
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